Crabby

Duluth: Cold. Windy. Icy.

What do I love? I love that spring is such a dirty little tease.. Not.

No, I love my professors. Today, in my Lit Theory class we had a tally going of how many times my professor said the following words:
Phallic
Penis
Penis Envy (two separate words)
Sex
Sexual

When talking about the psychoanalytical lense.. these words come up  A LOT. However, we're using the lense to analyze a couple chapters in Moby Dick... A Squeeze of the Hand and Cassock. Both are very sexual very interesting.. (for lack of better words) chapters.

I don't love my professor for talking about penises in class or anything as immature as that.. No, I love her because she didn't beat around the bush.. she never does. She just goes knee deep and doesn't try to censor the lesson just because there might be a few immature students who giggle. She is a really engaging teacher (not just today) and she does her job.. she teaches.

I have had professors who don't really teach.. they just talk. She doesn't just talk and command us to absorb. She works through the novel and the theories with us.

Today my mood is crabby. I have been in my bed, wrapped up in my grandma's blanket stewing about all the things that have annoyed me today. I'm going to continue doing so until it puts me to sleep.
Always,
H.Eilene